Asleep! O sleep a little while, white pearl!
And let me kneel, and let me pray to thee,
And let me call Heaven’s blessing on thine eyes,
And let me breathe into the happy air,
That doth enfold and touch thee all about,
Vows of my slavery, my giving up,
My sudden adoration, my great love!
wish someone would read this to me before going to bed, it might cure my insomnia
i think keats is one of the greatest lyrical poets who ever wrote in english. and it strikes me, reading this, that what drove his verse was his uncorked and unguarded passion that rushed through his singing self. -gk
a piece of history that is death no; a sleeping just a living death dreamy or nightmare within just closing eyes with eyelid- a pampers of sight king dream within dreams in numbing grim disdain or adorn! from moonlit to sun beam..............................
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good poem: P: P: P: P: P: P: P